Sunday

I woke up sore and tired from the hell of Saturday. Did I mention that the one of my nieces and my nephew were 'playing' with me at 7am on Saturday morning? The word playing means wrestling in their world. I swear I have a broken hip but it's possible that I'm just a complainer and getting old.....

I finally get up and Mark and I head out to Buffalo to try our hand at some paintball. We show up at some farmhouse off a dirt road and see a military truck with a lot of camouflage dressed men in the back end watching us pull in. I park and we run off to the truck as it was just about to leave for the field.

In my haste I forget my ponytail holder and my hair is flopping free in the wind. I'm dressed in my black sweats with a pink stripe down the side, a white tank top with a pink off the shoulder sweatshirt. I'm the only chick and I'm severely intimidated. I had a camouflage rain coat to go over the pink but I'm sure having me walk up in the pink set those boys snickering with first impressions.

I manage to get in the huge gigantic truck and I'm sitting in the middle of 20 guys on the floor of the truck. We got to the feild camp and met up, get separated into teams, learn how to use the guns, learn the rules and we were off in the woods playing war games.

It was awesome.

I mean, I was hot, muddy, full of paint, itchy from weeds, sweaty as all hell and was a feast for the west nile mosquito's out there but I didn't care. I shot two guys and it was the coolest!

After 5-7 games of paintball it was time to head to Coon Rapids to drop off the tent in the back end of my truck. Once we were done ith that and headed home finally I was ready for a hot tub, massage and a bottle of ibuprofen.